#sandy burns

[goldenradioage]

George and Gracie with their children: Ronnie and Sandy (Radio Mirror, May 1938)

[duckthevillain]

THE FACES EVERYONE MAKES WHEN HE EXPLAINS HIS PLAN CRACKS ME UP

EVEN MACAQUE IS WIDE-EYED, SPEACHLESS I'M CRYING

[humbug-demartino]

DARIA: "Art Burn" [S5 Ep07]

[shes-an-artist]

Chapter Three – New York Public Library, 4:05 p.m.

Chapter warnings: Some fluff, Addie meeting a certain someone. Okay, I might have taken some inspiration from a friend of mine about how Addie is written, but I'll let them figure it out before I say anything

Word count: 1443 words

“Do you know Steve Rogers?” Willy asked, a little confused about Addie’s sudden excitement.

“Oh, no, but I want to meet him so bad.”

“Have you seen the kid? He’s a bean sprout!”

“So? He’s sweet and amazing!"

"I thought you said you've never met him?" Willy looked at her.

"That's a long story and I don't think anyone would believe it..." she sighed and ran her hand through her hair, really paralyzed by the idea she could actually meet the duo.

"Speak of the devil-" Willy grinned and pointed down one of the aisles. "Looks like Bucky's here."

"What???" Addie jumped up and looked down to where Willy was pointing.

Holding a number of books, was the very young and super cute James Bucky Barnes, his head leaned back against the shelf as he waited for someone. Most likely Steve..

"Can I go say hello?" Addie turned to Willy, the butterflies in her stomach exploding into a tornado.

"I'll do better than, I'll introduce you two." Willy offered his elbow, which Addie gladly took and he walked them over to where Bucky was waiting.

"Hey, Bucky-" Willy called, catching the young man's attention.

"Hey, look who's back!" Bucky grinned and shook Willy's hand firmly. Addie couldn't stop smiling, this man was so cute in his own way but where Bucky was Steve had to be around here somewhere, and if she did her math right, he hadn't had the serum yet so TINY STEVE!!

"When did you get in??" Bucky asked Willy, ruffling the soldier's hair.

"Just this afternoon. But don't let me forget my manners."

"Whatever small amount you have." Bucky smarted.

"Shut up, man. Bucky, this is Addie. She was going to college but she wound up in New York."

"Hello!" Addie smiled, giving a shy wave.

"Hi there." Bucky flashed his charming smile, cocking his head in his confident way. "College you say? Wow!"

"Well," Addie shrugged. "I'm not sure it'll work out since I'm not sure the place is even there."

"Wait-" Bucky shook his head, adjusting the books in his hands.

"-Don't try to figure it out, I don't understand it either." She held up her hand and smiled bitterly.

"Sorry to hear that," Bucky looked around. "You might be able to get a job here if you were going to college."

"That's an idea." Willy nodded, bumping Addie's arm.

"Yeah," she brightened, the idea had not occurred to her that she might need a job in this time. "I like it. Thanks, Bucky." It felt so alien that she was actually talking to the Bucky Barnes, and hopefully in a little bit, the one and only Steve.

"Is Steve around?" Willy asked the 64-million dollar question, making Addie force herself to keep it cool.

"Yeah, but he might have fallen asleep on a book-" Bucky snickered as he started to walk down the aisle, peeking through the shelving for his best friend.

"Addie wants to meet him," Addie wanted to hide in a whole from the glance Bucky shot at her.

"That's a first, but he's gotta be around here somewhere." He shrugged. "You two should hit off just fight if you're both into books."

"YES PLEASE!" Addie screamed mentally. "GIMME!"

But instead she simply followed the two men as Bucky whisper-shouted Steve's name.

"Oh, there he is." Willy pointed down the aisle they hadn't checked yet. Tiny Steve had his nose in a book, and actually looked like he would drop the book if he wasn't resting it on the shelf that towered over his small frame.

"Hey- Steve," Bucky clapped his hand on the man's frail shoulder. "Guess who just showed up?"

"Hey, Will!" Steve's face lit up as he closed the book and heaved it onto the shelf before giving the lieutenant's hand a shake. "And who's this?" He turned to Addie who smiled and covered her cheeks to hide her evident blush that flew up her neck.

"I'm Addison," she gave another shy wave.

"Hi." Steve smiled, sending Addie mentally swooning. "That's a pretty name."

"Thank you," her hands fell to her neck where she could feel her pulse racing.

"Say, how's about we get some grub?" Bucky swung his arm around Steve's shoulders and Willy's, a grin crossing his face. "My treat."

"Did you get a raise or somethin'?" Willy's brows shot up.

"Twenty clams, baby." Bucky enunciated, sounding awful smug.

Willy let out a quiet hoot. "You lucky bum."

"We should probably get out of here before they kick us out for making too much noise." Addie suggested, making a motion toward where the librarian was.

"Smart doll." Bucky made a face before the foursome made their way out to the street.

"So where do you work, Buck?" Addie asked, actually curious since she had never searched THAT deep into the lore.

"A few blocks down from my place," The future Winter Soldier pointed in the direction of Brooklyn. "It's a retail store and for some reason the gals always take the long way from the high school  to make their pretty little way to happen to pass by the store."

Addie snickered as Steve rolled his eyes. These moments made Addie feel warm, seeing her favorite characters happy and content.  Domestic avengers all day.

The diner was almost packed with people as the small group arrived.

"Lemme call Ma-" Willy made a line for the phone as Steve found a booth, Addie was behind him but When Bucky slid in next to Steve she made an objective noise.

"Did you say something, Ad?" Bucky looked up.

"Um, is it okay if I sit next to Steve?"

"Sure, doll!" Bucky smiled apologetically before standing up and taking the seat across from Steve. "You can keep him warm."

"Bucky, don't make me blush like that--" Addie hid her face again.

Bucky actually laughed and bumped Steve's hand. "I think you finally have an admirer, you punk."

"Say what?" Steve looked up from the small book he was working on.

"This doll likes you, Steve." Bucky winked.

Steve couldn't say anything but pointed to himself, obviously shocked.

"What can I say? You're sweet." Addie smiled at Steve, who just barely reached her eye level, but still. She only had three years to wait before he would bulk up ...big time.

When Willy got back he looked a little disappointed to see Addie sitting next to Steve, but it was quick to pass. He sidled in next to Bucky and smiled at Addie.

"Ma said she hoped we enjoy our dinner."

"She's sweet." Addie observed, folding her hands over her legs. Then she spotted something off, she was still dressed in a black t-shirt and tight-ish jeans. Everyone else was in rather modest dress, all the ladies' dresses were cut just below the knee-line and the men had either button down shirts and jackets like Steve and Bucky had one, or they were in their uniform like Willy.

"Man, I sure feel outa place." She shivered, laughing slightly.

"What do you mean-?" Bucky asked, tilting his head as he played with the salt and pepper shakers.

"Look at me, I don't look like any of the girls around here."

"So?" Willy shrugged.

"I think you look nice." Steve piped in.

"Thanks, Steve .." Addie blushed again. "But I mean, I feel practically naked-"

Willy coughed to cover his immature laugh and Bucky ran his hand over his face, clearly trying not to say anything.

"Sorry, I forgot-" Addie facepalmed and sighed.

"Here." Steve started to tug his jacket off but Bucky stopped him.

"Now I know you're trying to be nice and all but if you take that jacket off I will personally make you wash dishes for a month. She can use mine for now, okay?"

Steve slumped back in half-defeat as Bucky tugged his arms out of his overcoat and handed it to Addie.

"Thanks..." she smiled at Steve before putting Bucky's jacket on. Wow, he didn't even have the serum yet and he was already a human space-heater. She patted Steve's hand reassuringly. "I appreciate the thought, Stevie, but you shouldn't worry about me."

Steve just nodded and looked at her. "Where are you from? You don't sound like you're from New York."

"I'm from Washington." She replied. "D.C."

"No kidding?"

"No kidding. That's what Willy said about college."

"That's right,DJ didn't he mention you were trying to go to college??"

"Yeah, but again- I'm sure it'll work.." she frowned.

"Cheer up, kid." Willy offered a smile. "I'm sure you'll be happy here."

"Now that I have some friends," she looked to Steve again. "I think I will be."

thank you for reading 🥰✌️ Dividers by @strangergraphics

prompt by @the-superoriginal

written by yours truly, all relation to actual people are purely coincidental

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[nerds-yearbook]

Decades after he had left it, Jack Harkness slipped through time and found himself once more back in 1941 where he encountered the REAL Captain Jack Harkness whose identity “Jack Harkness” had stolen after the real Jack Harkness’ death in World War 2. ("Captain Jack Harkness", Torchwood, TV)

[no-tengo-ojos]

Victorian Radicals exhibition at the Museum of Birmingham (2024)

Haha so posting this here aswell because that’s what this blog was originally for but I guess I got sidetracked slightly by Malevolent and other things. But these pre-raphaelite pieces are absolutely gorgeous and I’ve been waiting years to see them in person and I just want to share them with everyone xoxo

First image : The Blind Girl - John Everett Millais (1856)

Second image : Valentine Rescuing Sylvia from Proteus - William Holman Hunt (1851)

Third image : Dante - William Holman Hunt (1882-1883)

Fourth image : Prosperine - Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1874)

Fifth image : Medea - Frederick Sandys (1868)

Sixth image : The Lady of Pity - Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1881)

Seventh image : Morgan le Fay - Frederick Sandys (1864)

Eighth image : Beata Beatrix - Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1877)

Ninth image : The Keepsake - Kate Elizabeth Bunce (1899)

More posts of the same to follow

[browsethestacks]

Original Art - Marvel Super Special #07 Cover (1978) Unpublished

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band

Art by Tom Palmer

[cinematicjourney]

That Cold Day in the Park (1969) | dir. Robert Altman

[letterboxd-loggd]

That Cold Day in the Park (1969) Robert Altman

July 22nd 2024

[lubtubby]

Sodapop Curtis is so 'Lovers Rock' by TV Girl coded

[sandycookie]

I’ve found out that there’s megamind 2.

“ignorance is bliss.” Truer words have never been spoken

[amethystpath-writes]

Reflections

(not a pr0mpt)

******

“I think I know what your problem is.”

Villain ignored the fact that Hero had snuck in. She was already there- no need wasting breath on how. “I don’t remember having a problem.”

Hero was sat on the windowsill as Villain now noticed. Her feet dangled against the wall, beside the sink. “You try too hard. You feel yourself slipping into a good mood so you destroy yourself for it. Darkness is comfort.”

“Poetic,” Villain remarked.

“I’m serious.”

“As am I.”

Hero sighed from her place in Villain’s home. “Why do you do it?” she asked finally. Villain could tell the question had been weighing on her. All those times she fell behind on his schemes- when she’d look him in the eye, and Villain could see there was something missing. It had been an answer. “What are you trying to prove to yourself?”

“You’re troubled.”

“I’m not,” Hero argued. “You are.” But Villain knew better.

He sat at the kitchen island. Putting an arm out in a welcoming manner, Villain invited Hero to sit, as well.

She shook her head at first. Expected.

“I won’t bite,” Villain assured.

Still, she seemed uncomfortable. Villain didn’t push any further in that regard, but he did say, “Tell me, then.”

"What?"

Villain blew a cold breath against the surface of his coffee before taking a sip. "Tell me what doubts you're having."

With a scoff, Hero kicked her feet against the wall, propelling herself off the windowsill and onto the ground. Her feet landed with a soft thud. She raised a finger but Villain cut her off-

"You're defensive. That means I'm right." He took another long sip of his coffee. Hummed. "Did you expect me to be bothered that you broke in?"

Given her strawberry cheeks, Villain imagined so. He shrugged. It wasn't his problem; he was just making coffee. What could Hero do to stop him?

"Listen," Villain said, "I'm not in the mood for an emotional interrogation, so why don't you sit down and I'll make you a warm mug of coffee."

When she didn't respond, Villain volunteered himself anyway. He stood from the kitchen island and abandoned his mug to pluck another from the cabinet. "French vanilla or caramel macchiato?" he asked, as he then opened the fridge.

"Neither?"

"You drink your coffee black?" Villain wasn't sure why this made him smile, but it did.

"If it's not a dark roast, yes."

"It's light."

She nodded. "Then nothing in it. Please. Uh- thank you."

"That means you'll have a cup with me?"

Hero nodded. When Villain placed the mug in front of her, she watched the steam rising from it- considered it as if it were poisoned straight from the pot. "Villain?" she said, and swallowed. "I have something to tell you."

[randomrichards]

SGT. PEPPER’S LONELY HEARTS CLUB BAND:

George Burns tells a tale

A band lured by evil corp

Town depends on them

[humbug-demartino]

"Art Burn" [S5 Ep07]

[shes-an-artist]

Chapter Two -  – A week later, Greyhound Bus Lines Station, Alexandria VR – 11:27 a.m.

Summary: Addie meets her helper and winds up in the 1930's??

Warnings: none for this chapter! word count: 3,218 words

“Bus 67 leaving for Liberty University Campus at 11:30, boarding now.” The P.A. announced, starting Addie on her short walk from the waiting lot to the long bus that waited to take her on her next stage of life. Her backpack and duffle bag held her items so she could spend the next few weeks comfortably in a hotel until she could find an apartment or even live on campus if she really needed to.

“Have a good trip,” The attendant smiled at her as she passed and she thanked him before climbing the stairs onto the bus. The scent of worn leather seats wafted into her nose as she squeezed through the aisle before picking her seat a little past halfway down the bus. She stuffed her duffle bag under her seat and sat her backpack between her legs so she could access the items inside. Her allergy meds were on top, as usual as she rooted for her earbuds.

“There you are you rascals.”

So she spoke to inanimate objects, big whoop.

She popped them in, immediately turning on her oldies music. She thoroughly enjoyed 40’s and 50’s music, especially the big band songs, plus the bus really gave off the old time vibes.

She smiled and decided she would enjoy the trip.

She yelped softly when her head bumped against the window as the bus hit a bump a little too quickly, so much so that one of her earbuds fell out.

“Now where'd it go..?” She felt around herself and under her seat.

Nothing. She bent forward and checked the metal flooring and thankfully located it near the leg of the seat. She smiled and straightened up, looking out the window to see if they were there yet.

But what she saw outside the widow was quite surprising.

The bus station-- she assumed that’s where they were pulling into--was full of people and the building looked decades old, but not falling apart old, but more like a whole different style old. Almost like something you’d see out of a black-and-white movie.

But no, she was here and she was awake. Was she? She did bump her head but that was barely enough to bruise her. Was she going crazy?

She looked to her right where a young man was sitting, she had to pinch herself from yelping when she recognized the uniform he was wearing was from flipping WOLRD WAR TWO!?!?

It couldn’t be!

“You alright, miss?” The older lady behind her gingerly touched her arm, getting Addie’s attention. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“I-I’m not sure…” Addie replied, feeling very lost. “Where are we?”

“New York. I take it you had a long night and needed a catnap, hmm?”

“Yeah, I think.” Addie scrunched her brows, looking around. Everything looked retro, but the colors were real and very much alive, nothing like the aesthetics she would see online with the soft yellow undertones or the black-and-white pictures…

Then it hit her; she was back in the 1900’s.

“You gettin’ off, miss?” The driver asked, his northern accent shocking Addie. “I got some more rounds to make ‘fore quittin’ time.”

“Yeah, sorry-“ She grabbed her items and stepped kinda shakily off the bus, staring at everything.

“Hey, watch your step, ma’am.” The soldier from before caught her arm before she lost her balance on the final step. “Would you like me to take your things?”

“Uh, no thanks.” She shook her head, trying not to stare at him. He was so…different. His speech, the way he carried himself, it was all so old-fashion as her friends would call it. “I can manage.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He tipped his hat and walked away with a smile.

Addie was star-struck, she had never seen anyone act like that before in her entire life. It was almost as if he held her in high respects and he didn’t even know her name!

“Hey, wait a second there!” She called jogging after him. “This bus was supposed to go to Richmond! So why am I in New York??”

“Well, theres a good chance you might have gotten on the wrong bus.” He tried, scratching his eyebrow.

“No, I have my ticket right here.” She adjusted her backpack and fished her ticket out of her pocket, she had made sure to keep it handy. But what she pulled out of her jean pocket was not her ticket, it was a GreyHound line ticket, but it was for New York City, one way!

“What the heck?” She whispered.

“Ma’am, you shouldn’t use such strong language.” The soldier in front of her scolded, but his eyes sparkled at her words.

“What?” She looked up, confused. “I was supposed to go to Richmond, but I’m in New York!”

“Yes, ma’am, you are.” He nodded, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “So you can either go the clerk and buy a ticket for Richmond or you can find a place to stay overnight and make a fresh start in the morning.”

“But…I was going to Richmond,” Addie refused to believe it. There was no possible way she had gone from 2024 all the way back to 1940-something. Was the war even happening-?

“Thanks for your help, man." She smiled at the soldier before making a beeline for the newspaper stand where she knew she could find the date.

“If you want you can stay at my place tonight, I’m sure Ma and the other kids wouldn’t mind.” He followed her, offering a quarter for the paper.

Addie smiled and took the quarter, paying the boy for a paper and looking to the top for the date.

“April 6th, 1939?!” She blurted, already seeing spots in front of her eyes.

“Hey, are you feeling alright?” The soldier touched her arm again, stepping closer in case she fainted.

“I..I dunno..” She tried to find her phone but there was nothing in her pocket, not even her earbuds. It wouldn’t have been any use anyway, there was no signal and no way to charge it. “Its 1939?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The soldier nodded, his own faced etched with confusion and concern. “I think you outa come home with me, my ma can help you.” He took the duffle bag from her hand and slung it over his own shoulder.

“I-I really shouldn’t—“ Addie stuttered, not sure if this was a trap or not. But men in the 40’s, especially soldiers, wouldn’t just bring a girl home for things that should be left unsaid. Maybe this guy was sincere..

“C’mon, miss. I can’t just leave a pretty kid like you on the streets alone, besides, you ain’t got a place stay. We’ve always got an extra room. I’ll sleep on the porch and you can use my bed.”

Addie was struck dumb, here he was offering his own bed for her and he didn’t even know her…

How could you say no?

“Alright, you talked me into it.” She sighed, folding the newspaper and shoving it in her backpack. “I should probably know your name before I go home with you, though.”

“Lieutenant James.” He flashed a charming smile and offered his hand. “And may I know your lovely name?

“I’m Addie.” She smiled back, giving his hand a firm shake. “Army?”

“Marines, miss.” He winked proudly and motioned to the steps for her to go first. “Seventh division.”

“Really?” She fell in place beside him as he escorted her down the street, it wasn’t as busy as modern day New York, but the few cars that were on the road were absolutely massive and all metal too. Addie had only seen a few in D.C. and some in Memphis, Tennessee when she visited there for her senior year.

“Yes, ma’am.” Lieutenant James held his head high as he practically strutted down the sidewalk with Addie by his side. She could only imagine what his family would be like.

“You from Richmond?”

“No, I’m from Washington D.C.”

“No kidding? Holy smokes!”

“Its pretty fun, but…” Should she tell him she was from another century, much less that the United States was about to go to war in two years? He would be pleased to know they would win…

“But what?”

“I was so looking forward to Richmond.”

“Whats in Richmond?”

“Liberty University and a Forensics Science degree with a 5,000 dollar scholarship.” She kicked at the pebble, sending it plinking down the sidewalk.

“You’re going to college???” James turned to you, his eyebrows raised high.

“I mean, yeah.” She deadpanned. “I need an education to get a job.”

“Well, gosh, I mean you?”

Then she understood. Women didn’t go to college in the 30’s, much less took jobs in forensics unless it was a secretary.

“Oh-, well um..”

“No, no, I’m impressed, Addie. I really am. That’s high dollar if you were accepted. More power to you.” 

“Thanks, Lieutenant.” She smiled at the ground, but she looked up again to stare at the houses. Some of them were new, some of them were really old and could have used a do-over. But the one at the end of the street was flat out gorgeous. White-washed siding and a beautiful wrap-around porch with black shutters and a lovely off-white door. The window’s had cream colored shades inside and the lawn was a wonderful shade of green.

“Oh, its so cute!” She smiled.

“You like it?” The lieutenant grinned. “I wanted it until the old lady bought it. But it looks like with the war in Europe I might be heading off soon.” He said bittersweetly. “Man, is Katie gonna have a cow.”’

Addie snickered at the term, she hadn’t heard it before but it was quite appropriate for him.

“Does your family live on this street?”

“Right down the next block,” He pointed to the stop sign a few hundred feet away where a gang of kids were playing catch it looked like in the street. Addie could hear their shouts all the way from where she was.

“My little sister is the one in the green,” James pointed to the girl who looked to be around twelve with a backwards baseball cap on over her red hair, her green shirt was covered in dirt along with her jeans.

“Oh my,” Addie snickered. “Whats her name?”

“McKenzie, but we just call her Mickey.”

“That’s cute”

“And there’s Rebecca, she's the one refereeing, but she’s called Rikki. Her brother lives in Brooklyn.”

The name lit off a bulb in Addie’s mind, Rikki was a nickname for a certain character’s little sister, she just couldn’t place it—

“They certainly look like they’re having fun.” Addie smiled as they turned the corner onto another street.

“They always do. As long as they’re outside then Ma don’t mind.” James smirked as he glanced at her.

When they reached the house,  it looked rather small but once the lieutenant opened the door and called for his Ma, the room seemed twice as big as it looked from the outside.

Addie glanced around, taking in as many details as she could. It was cluttery, simply well-loved. As if many people made thousands of memories in this house.

“Willy!” An older woman, probably mid 40’s rushed into the room, wrapping her arms around the young man’s neck and giving him a kiss. “Why didn’t you call from the station?? I thought you’d never get here!”

“I’m sorry, Ma. I got a little side-tracked.” Willy smiled and looked to Addie. “Ma, this is Addie, she could use a place to stay tonight. I think she meant to get on the bus for Richmond instead of New York.”

“Oh, you poor dearie!” Ma took Addie’s hand. “Of course you can stay here! Willy, get the young ladies things and take them to Joseph’s room, he can sleep in Henry’s room with him.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Lieutenant Willy took Addie’s backpack and duffle bag and bolted up the stairs.

“Now come in here and tell me about yousself.” Ma pulled Addie into the kitchen and set her down at the table. The smell of something cooking in the oven made Addie smile.

“Well, it’s a crazy story.” She shook her head in disbelief. “So much has happened, I just don’t know if its all real!”

“Willy’s a good boy, he’ll take care of you, honey.”

“Oh, no!” She laughed. “We’re not a thing, he just offered me a place to stay, I’m not even looking right now.”

“Oh bless me!” She put her hand on her bosom. “You mean he hasn’t taken a liking toward you?”

“No, ma’am. I was a little tipsy at the bus stop and he just helped me, that’s all. I didn’t even know his first name was Willy until you said it.”

“Oh-! Well, then, do you need to get to Richmond tonight??”

“I’m…” She paused. “I’m not sure.” Her hand played with the ticket between her fingers. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think what I was going there for even exists…”

“Now, don’t look so sad, young’un.” Ma patted Addie’s hand as she sat down, setting a plate of cookies on the checkered tables cloth. “Eat yourself some of those, you’ll feel better.”

Addie couldn’t do anything but smile and take a bite from the cookies. They were less sweeter than she expected, but that would account for the Depression’s effect on everyone. Sugar was probably a rarity back then- or…right now. She still couldn’t quite wrap her mind around it.

“Well, you can stay here as long as you like, honey. Maybe you’ll warm up to Willy.” Ma smiled mischeviously and patted Addie’s hand again as Willy opened the door and poked his head inside.

“Am I being nosy?” He smirked before his ma waved him inside.

“Get in here! Addie is thinking of staying with us a little longer, Willy.”

“Well- I didn’t really say that, but thank you for the offer. I really don’t know how I got here and where I should go now.”

“Where you from, darling? Are your parents in Richmond?”

“I’m from D.C., but my mom…I-..” She trailed off. How on earth was she supposed to work this out?? For all she knew, this woman could have been her great-great grandmother.

“Have another cookie, sweetheart. You’re always welcome here anytime.” Ma touched her shoulder, her eyes softening.

“I’m not an orphan or anything,” Addie shook her head. “But I lived on my own and I haven’t seen my dad for..oh, five years? He was deployed for combat a long time ago and we got news that he went missing in action.”

“Aw, honey. I’m so sorry.” Ma frowned. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Addie nodded slowly. She wasn’t exactly close with her dad, but she did miss him. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Dinner should be soon, you two. Joseph!” Ma stood up and called out the screen door.

“Yeah, Ma??” A young boy called back.

“Would you go tell Mickey and Danny dinner is almost ready?”

“On it!” Joseph went to do the chore as Willy cleaned off the plate of cookies.

“Holy cow, mom, your cookies got better!”

“William!”

“She hasn’t been able to bake worth her life for the last three years.” Willy grinned at Addie who grinned and shook her head.

“And you’ve been the one to suffer, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea.” He groaned before his mom smacked his.

He laughed as Addie snickered into her hand. And then it hit her.

“Is there a library around here?” She hit her palms on the table top.

“Well, sure there’s on downtown.” Willy thumbed in the direction indicated.

“Dinner’s almost ready!” Ma objected.

“I’m sorry, but I have to check something and I don’t know how long I have.” Addie stood up and turned to Willy. “Will you please take me there?”

“Sure, but right now?”

“I have to check something.”

“Alright,” Willy shrugged and stood up.

“I’ll keep your dinner warm.”

“Thanks, Ma.” Willy waved before he opened the door for Addie, who quickly strode  toward the street.

“So what so important, kid?” Willy jogged to catch up with her. “You look like my sargent on patrol.”

“I want to look someone up, but I’m not sure if it’ll be there.”

“You sure are some girl.” He laughed and shook his head.

New York Public Library, 3:45 p.m.

Addie didn’t really know where to start except to ask the lady at the desk with the glasses that could have fried ants within seconds.

“Excuse me,” She leaned against the high desk, keeping her voice low. “How do I look up ancestry?”

“Last name?”

“Jeannes. Two ‘N’s.”

“Follow me, please.” She smiled softly before appearing from around the desk and taking her around the aisles and aisles of books, it smelled like books in there along with a touch of warm air from outside. Willy followed her closely as the lady took Addie to a line of filing cabinets.

“’J’ through ‘K’ is in this drawer,” She pulled open the cabinet and began to finger through the files. “Here we are.” She smiled as she handed the correct file to Addie. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No, thanks.” Addie shook her head and began to spread the papers on the table in the middle of the room. “But I might have some more questions later on.”

“Alright, I’ll be at the desk then.” The lady smiled and pushed her glasses up her nose before silently stalking off back to her post.

“So who are we looking for?” Willy leaned over the chair, his elbows resting on the back.

“A man name Isiah Jones, he married my grandmother and then his daughter divorced her first husband and then married my dad.”

“Jones, Jones..” Willy looked over the first paper he picked up. “I think I heard of a Jones in my unit, but I doubt he’s the one you’re looking for.”

“What makes you say that?”

“He’s a Korean.” Willy smirked.

Addie rolled her eyes and shook her head, sitting down and studying the papers before her. If she could find her grandfather, she could find a place to stay…that is if she could explain her existence.

“Got him.” Willy slid the paper across the table as Addie grabbed it.

“Isiah Jones, married to Camile Jones, maiden name Rogers—“ Hang on.

“Hey, um, do me a favor and pull the Rogers file for me.”

“Alrighty.” Willy stood up and began to look for the file. “Another relation, I take it?”

“Not this time, but I think I just figured something out…” Addie poured over her grandfather’s family before Willy set the file beside her.

She attacked it, looking for the name she so desperately needed to find.

“Rogers, Rogers… Aha, Sarah and Joseph Rogers! Theres no way!!”

“Silence, please!” An old man hissed from the hallway.

Addie blushed but couldn’t help the grin of excitement that spread across her face.

“There is no freaking way..” She breathed, touching her cheeks. “So lets see….I have to stay three years, that’s all.”

“What?” Willy squinted.

“Okay, do you know Steve Rogers?”

“Uh, I think I’ve met him once and that was through Bucky, Rikki’s brother.”

Addie let out another squeal, absolutely enthralled. Not only was she dropped in the middle of an international crisis, she has been dropped the Marvel Universe!! God bless Stephen Strange.

thank you for reading 🥰✌️ Dividers by @strangergraphics

prompt by @the-superoriginal

written by yours truly, all relation to actual people are purely coincidental but I may have written Addie's personality of of a friend of mine.. haha 😆

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